Yesterday was the first day back at training in three weeks. First day back at weights. First day back at kick boxing. First day back at kung fu. Yes, that's three hours of training. After a three week break.

I might die.

Weight training was all body weight stuff - push ups, inverted rows, squats and lunches and that sort of thing. Only bodyweight stuff. By the end, I felt that slightly nauseated feeling you get when you've worked too hard on too little food, or if you're suffering from heatstroke (from experience). It wasn't fun.

Luckily, everything stayed down (I have made myself ill from working out before, and it's NOT fun), and I was able to do the rest of the training. First was kick boxing, where I discovered my cardio wasn't as bad as I thought. Body movement, however, is bloody terrible.

Kung fu was, well, wonderful as always. I heart it very much.

This also happened:

This morning my lower back cracked. For the record, it's been stiff for as long as I can remember, and almost never cracks. So, this crack was painful at first, and then it was wonderful. For the first time in ages, it feels normal there, which means weird, because my normal is tight and sore.

There is now a muscle on the right side of my lower back that has been released... and it doesn't know what to do with itself now that it's all free and loose, so it's vibrating (muscle twitch). Singing the song of its people? Singing the song of angry muscles who will not be slaves again?

Anyway, it's noteworthy for me because it's so unusual.

And these are the things that happened yesterday/today up until the writing of this post. Now I have work to do.

Ciao!

​PS - I'm feeling a bit better emotionally, thanks to those who asked and lent their support.